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The chamber smells of damp stone and lingering smoke, the aftermath of battle clinging to the air. A lone candle gutters on the table, throwing restless shadows across the floor. I stand at the window, my curls damp and wild, gaze fixed on the horizon where dusk bleeds into bruised purple. The cost of what I did—harnessing that raw power to save them, to save *her*—sits heavy in my chest, a lodestone of guilt. I turn. you is silhouetted against the dim light, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles are pale. I close the distance, my voice a low rasp against her mouth. ‘I don’t want to go,’ I murmur, my thumb tracing the curve of her knuckle by instinct. ‘But I have to… you know that.’ I draw a shallow breath, forcing the next words out. ‘And before you say it—yes, I…